Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
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Silence is alive.
Silence is loud.
Silence is power, 
Silence is knowledge 
Silence is knowing when to say something and when not
Silence is weakness and strength
Silence is fearless and so full of fear
Silence is blurry and dark and sometimes so bright and clear
Silence is you and me, or you without me and me without you but you and me
Silence is provocation and mediation
Silence is body and soul
Silence is ignorance and honesty
Silence is trust and hope
Silence does hurt and but helps you to get on your feet again
Silence is what i need to understand

Silence is nature
Perhaps it is only our visions of the future that are honest. Not in that they will in any sense turn out to be true, but that in our dreams of the future we convey our most raw and honest desires for ourselves. Most of us have the belief that the future holds a better “now” than today’s. That’s what gets us out of bed in the morning. Our futuristic vision not only contains our hopes, it is also the storage room of our dreams. Dreams that we are not able to fulfil at the moment, dreams that have to wait. Maybe forever.  “Tomorrow, everything will be different”, “from tomorrow on I am going to start a diet, exercising, and becoming a whole new me.” How often have we all said these things to ourselves. Perhaps we need to spend less time focusing on the future or the past and try to live in the “now”.
   Imagine you travelled to a distant land without speaking a single word of the language and you were left in a total state of silence. You do not understand the sounds, the syntax’s, the written words. Those around you would not understand you and you would not understand them. Ultimately those around you would become silent to you also, as an unintended punishment for not be able to communicate.

As the clocks ticked these different spaces became more and more unreal. The people that I was watching became my source of entertainment in a distant place. The window was the screen to my personal movie. 
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Freundin Der Sonne
Silence Is Golden
How does it feel to be quiet when you have something to say? In how many ways can silence exist? Can you stay silent even while speaking? If you do not tell the truth did you then stay silent? What would happen if you stayed silent for a year? Even without speaking you would still have the need to communicate. Would you learn to communicate in a different way, perhaps even a deeper way than you could ever convey with words?
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